ترانه:
Master P Bastard Child

Keeps the giggety giggety nine up in my booksack And if I die today or tomorrow I guess I'm out of luck A bastard child all alone so I'm stuck (Chorus) Verse 2 A unwanted child

the giggety giggety nine up in my booksack And if I die today or tomorrow I guess I'm out of luck A bastard child all alone so I'm stuck (Chorus) Verse 2 A unwanted child

wicky wicky see me and my nigga nine, smoking on chronic sack Cool Bee with the S.P.V. my nigga aint having that I was raised a bastard child I represent

" Mr. X to the Z, Tha Liks and King Tee Guaranteed to bring the house down naturally Niggas knowin' No Limits like Master P Makin' you motherfuckin' bastards

[master p] Damn, these niggas ain't come with that shit there man Check this out [master p] See I'm a g on the grind 24/7 Don't give a damn if I don'

mayor that coward bastard Ask him durin' his term how many niggas Saw jail cells and found caskets Place me the plastic when it's time to shoot only God will

place you from, different hood, the same slum Mother's third seed, father's first son Bastard child runnin wild, livin foul Ran into some juvenile niggas in design P

She bought a gravy Rover, it had a pastry odor Yes she made the quota, cause I'm like Ray Liotta Fiends in a caskets, leaning them bastards But the

brain J-U-M-P jump and I thump Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me Child, the whole damn isle is callin me